So, a couple of weeks ago, my friend and boyfriend were discussing donating blood, and I lamented the fact that both times I attempted to donate, I was shot down. I decided to fix this. Last week, I received and e-mail telling me to make an appointment online, so I eagerly went to the website and picked a 3:30 slot on Wednesday.
Today was that Wednesday. Since my campus is really small, I left my apartment around 3:20 and got there a little before 3:30 (mind you, this was outside in a blood mobile-modified school bus contraption) to find five other people waiting outside. I joined the line and waited for a good 30 minutes before I was welcomed into the warm, strange contraption.
I filled out the necessary paper work, had my interview-thing, and waited for a chair to open up.
Long story short, I plopped into a reclined-lounge-chair-thing, got stuck with a needle, and successfully made it through the donation without feeling even the least bit queasy. I was quite proud.
Afterwards, I grabbed some peanut butter crackers and a Sierra Mist and made my way back to my apartment.
I made it up the three flights of stairs and was getting ready to take some paperwork to my RA when I realized I needed to sit down. I plopped down next to my roommate and slowly tried to accept the fact that I was going to pass out.
An obnoxious ringing filled my ears and tunnel vision set in (which I have never really experienced before...it was quite interesting.) My roommate was trying to hold a conversation with me, and responded (not really sure what we talked about) but at this time, I was wondering if she knew what to do if I passed out. I considered telling her to raise my feet and wait for me to wake up, but decided not to freak her out, and instead just amused myself with images of her freaking out and sprinting down the stairs and yelling for my RA to come save me.
My roommate noticed that I was spacing and fed me a cracker (no joke, she opened the pack and made me take a bite) and I felt better.
And that is my lovely story of how I starved a vampire :)
(and a note to anyone reading this - intense basketball games after donating blood is a bad, bad idea)
Ciao!
Moby
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